Oh, you should have been at my wedding," said Aunt Mabel to Ann. "My brother James was in charge of the rings that Kyle and I were going to exchange. On the wedding day, James presented the ring to Kyle, who put it on my finger. An hour later at the reception, I took the ring off to admire it and read the inscription. I gasped. The jeweler had spelled my name 'Mable' as in table. My name, as you know, dear, is spelled Mabel as in label. So I went to the ladies' room and cried for almost half an hour. No one could console me.”
"So, the moral of the story, my dear," chimed in Aunt Prudence, "is to make sure that Uncle James isn't in charge of getting your rings engraved. Not that you would have a problem. How could anyone misspell your name—it only has three letters, and two of them are the same."
"Aunt Prudence, you know that isn't true," said Ann. "Half the people I know spell my name with an 'e.' But, Uncle James is not in charge of our rings, so I'm not worried.